I miss poking the side of your face with my fingers, to where your dimple is.
I miss talking to you and reciting my ridiculous stories, with questions to be answered.
I miss your tight hugs and kisses that start on my forehead and cheeks, to find their way on to my lips.
I miss the way your arms fit around my body, and the warmth that comes with.
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I hear a beat, it sounds like a steady drum
It warms my face, like the summer sun
I breathe in the smell of spring time
As I feel the ridges and the dips, like mountains
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